Silent Lover の小説・ストーリー

But the thought fractures the moment Leaf’s hand slides down to cup her ass, squeezing possessively. The risk hangs over them, sharp and thrilling. The house is silent except for the crackling fire and the slick sounds of their bodies beginning to move against each other once more. They are lucky—so damn lucky—that Lennox is a heavy sleeper, because Sahara cannot find the will to stop. She nods, a subtle tilt of her chin, and that is all the permission Leaf needs.

At the porch where their son sat, a perfect, silent prince. She understood. The red thread wasn’t just a beacon to find this place. It was a wire. And their love this dark, desperate, magnificent thing was the current. “He wants to study our love?” Elena whispered, a slow, dangerous smile touching her lips. She rolled on top of Lucas, her hair a curtain around their faces. She kissed him, slow and deep this time, a promise. “Then let’s give him a lesson he’ll never forget.” Outside, in the growing dark, Silas Vance sat on his porch, a cup of tea cooling beside him. He watched the glass cube. He saw the shadows move. He saw the defiance.

Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers through his silken hair as his hand travels up my bare thigh, getting closer to my wet center. My heart palpitates, and my breath hitches as his fingers trace the lace hem of my panties. Biting my lips, I tighten my fingers around his hair as my anticipation builds. “Bree.” He breaths against my chest as his tongue circles and swirls around my hard nipple. “Bree…” he calls out again. To my frustration, he removes his hand and raises his head from my chest. Crying out with dismay, I open my eyes to reprimand my lover but am met with darkness. I can sense his breathing, but I can’t see him.

Or a volcano that had been asleep for a millennium had abruptly erupted. Spencer immediately took over the controls and pressed me onto the bed. His kisses were fierce, deep, and passionate. I could barely hold on. I felt as if I was about to shatter into a million pieces. "Kay," he moaned over and over again, not pausing to rest even once. Then at the final moment, his kisses turned gentle. "Bite down on me if it hurts." I closed my eyes and hummed softly in answer. My nails scratched across his back, and my teeth sank into his shoulder.

My cock twitched traitorously in my trousers despite everything. Silas unzipped quietly. His hand wrapped around his cock and guided it toward my mouth. The command in his gaze was unmistakable. I opened for him, shame and terror twisting together as the wet heat of my mouth took him in. He stayed completely still, listening to Lena while I struggled to stay silent around his thickness. “Understood,” he replied smoothly. “I will review them tonight. Thank you, Lena.” Her footsteps finally retreated down the hall. The moment the sound faded Silas looked down at me with burning intensity. “Stay quiet. Look at me the entire time.”

Then her composure cracked. "Ryan," she muttered, tears spilling over. "I really am sorry. I'm sorry I never put you and Emma first all these years..." She kept apologizing. But her regrets came too late. Neither Emma nor I wanted her anymore. The End

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

Damon claimed her other breast, his technique different....rougher, using his teeth to scrape and bite in ways that made Eve's hips lift off the bed. "Please," she breathed. "Not yet," Silas said. He was kneeling between her legs, his hands stroking her thighs. "We're taking our time with you tonight." His fingers slid through her folds, exploring, teasing. He circled her clit with maddening lightness, never quite giving her the pressure she needed.

"Alpha Silas truly loves Luna Annelise." The healer added, "A wolf falling into a deep slumber from the pain of losing a mate has only ever been recorded in medical texts. This is the first case we've ever witnessed in real life. It shows that Alpha Silas' feelings for Luna Annelise are truly unlike any other." … When Silas finally regained consciousness, three days had already passed. Fragments of rocks were lodged under his fingernails, a testament to his attempt to tear the glacier apart with his bare hands.

The violent shivering had finally slowed to occasional twitches under the heavy quilt. "Why did you run." His voice was quiet. It did not rise at the end. It was entirely controlled. Luna kept her green eyes fixed on the dark wood panels of the far wall. She did not blink. She did not open her mouth. The silence stretched out. The old grandfather clock down the hall chimed the half-hour. Rain hit the tall bedroom windows in sudden, heavy bursts. Killian watched her breathe. He watched the steady rise and fall of the quilt over her chest.